There is a space where the disquiet sits

random thoughts about pandemic,

poverty and war with a few worries

of my own carelessly sprinkled in

like pepper and salt

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The ingredients simmer away whether

I am there to stir the pot or not,

and while a watched pot may not never boil

an unwatched one most certainly will

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It will overflow and splatter and burn

making quite a mess in the end with a mayhem

that could have been avoided if we had only

tended to the uncomfortable, stayed with the

disquiet and tasted of the ways that even

uneasiness can nourish our character, season

our passions and invite us to live our lives

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–We have corporately had enough and yet the world keeps on spinning and producing more angst for us to digest. But if we tend to all the parts of ourselves, we can then remember that there is still beauty and light to be found, and these are the things that we are hungry for.

©Heather Pound 2022